How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
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How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
Doc Luben
I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage
You must remember to do things that’re simply nourishing for your soul.
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Have you ever been speaking then just stopped and looked around, only to notice nobody cares what you're saying and nobody's listening. So then you're just like aight guess I won't talk then. You just keep quiet through everything. Then they have the audacity to ask "Why you so quiet"
“Listening is a rare happening among human beings. You cannot listen to the word another is speaking if you are preoccupied with your appearance or impressing the other, or if you are trying to decide what you are going to say when the other stops talking, or if you are debating about whether the word being spoken is true or relevant or agreeable. Such matters may have their place, but only after listening to the word as the word is being uttered. Listening, in other words, is a primitive act of love, in which a person gives self to another’s word, making self accessible and vulnerable to that word.”
— William Stringfellow, Count It All Joy
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it’s hard to actually work on your life when you constantly feel like you’re not even real.
- it’s even harder to explain it
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